"I think you're drunk!" Alessandro scoffed, not believing any of his words.
"Look I know it's hard to believe. But it's a dangerous setup. Once she got into that prison, she is never getting out. So, please, get her out,"
"But—"
"Paula Bianchi, I'm kindly ask you to come to the front!" the police said through a speaker.
"Hurry up!" the man pushed Alessandro to his senses.
"Y. . . Yeah," he ran to Paula's table.
There, Paula was standing like a statue not knowing what to do. Police are eagerly calling her to come out since Edoardo is not letting them in, and her husband is not there with her. She didn't even know why she is being called by the police.
"Let's go!" a strong hand pulled her away to the dark.
"What is happening? Why—"
"Just follow me," he kept dragging her until the commissioner said something.
"Mrs. Bianchi, Please, surrender, or we will have to use force!" as soon as she heard that, she stopped moving.
"What—"